Here it comes!

Hearing this, Chen Zongheng also became excited.

After all, the selection of a new high priest by the Xiwu tribe is something that ordinary people will never encounter in their lives.

This year, I met myself!

And the Xiwu people, when they heard Wan Qiluo say that a new high priest would be selected tonight, their expressions also became serious.

Then, Wan Qiluo nodded to Wan Tongchou beside him.

Wan Tong comprehended and stood in front of Wan Qiluo.

And in his hand, he held two sacrificial vessels,

The reason why it is a sacrificial vessel is because Chen Zongheng can't see that this thing can be used for anything other than where to sacrifice......

Then, Wan Tongchou held these two sacrificial vessels in his hands, one left and one right.

There are still words in his mouth.

But the language he speaks is not Mandarin.

It's not what Chen Zongheng knows, where is the dialect in Kyushu.

Rather, it is a very obscure, rhythmic language, and every word is flat and powerful, as if singing.

Whew-

With Wan Tongcai's chanting, a whirlwind suddenly blew in the dark night.

The whirlwind swept the sky, and when Chen raised his eyes, there were no clouds under the night.

Immediately after that, the whirlwind stopped.

Instead, there was a chanting accompanied by Wan Tongcai, and behind the heavenly dome, there were stars that shimmered and shimmered!

"it!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Zongheng couldn't help but curse in his heart.

He knows that Wan Tongchou is not even a martial artist.

However, he can influence the heavens through the sacrificial vessels in his hands and the words in his mouth!

The heritage of this Xiwu tribe seems to be much deeper than I thought!

"Dr. Chen, this is the first time you have seen this kind of scene, right?"

Qin Feng couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the confusion on Chen Zongheng's face.

Chen Zongheng looked at Qin Feng and said strangely, "Doctor Qin, don't you think it's strange?"

"Is it strange?" Qin Feng shook his head and asked Chen Zongheng rhetorically, "Compared to this scene, what is it strange that Doctor Chen can make fire in the void......"

Chen Zongheng, "......"

Yes.

This is survivorship bias.

What you take for granted may be an extremely rare miracle for others.

Qin Feng saw Chen Zongheng's speechless face and continued to explain.

"Dr. Chen, this kind of ritual of worshiping the heavens exists in many ethnic groups. ”

And there are many that can affect the actual celestial phenomena. ”

That's why they put it all down to God's will. ”

Hearing Qin Feng's explanation, Chen Zongheng suddenly remembered the scene in the Xianglong Jade Pendant.

And, that subtle word.

"Since then, the Jedi Heavenly Communication, the sky has fallen 8,000 feet, which cannot be surpassed, and the gods have not fallen into the mortal dust, enslaving the human race for 30,000 years!"

The 'gods' in this can't be gods in the true sense of the word!

The more he thought about this, the more Chen Zongheng felt that his head was big.

simply, I don't think about him.

Concentrate on watching Wantong raise the communication between heaven and earth, and accept the will of the gods.

Wan Tongchou has words in his mouth, and he is still chanting.

It's just that with his chanting, more and more stars lit up in the sky.

Wan Qiluo stood beside him, looking up at the entire heavenly dome with great seriousness, as if he was reading a wordless heavenly book.

Even if Chen Zongheng had a holiday with this woman, he had to admit that Wan Qiluo was very charming.

About half an hour later, Chen Zongheng was worried that Wan Tongchou would die of dry mouth.

Wan Tongchou finally stopped chanting.

At the same time as he stopped chanting, the stars in the sky dimmed instantly.

A few clouds drifted in, covering most of the entire sky.

And Wan Qiluo also retracted his gaze, rubbed his temples a little tiredly, and then looked around, full of anticipation of the Xiwu people.

Wan Qiluo pondered for a moment, and then said in a condensed voice, "The candidate for the next high priest is in Pearl City. ”

？

Chen Zongheng looked confused.

This......

Just look at the stars and tell if a high priest is in Pearl City?

And the other party doesn't know each other, and doesn't even know the existence of your Xiwu tribe, how can you do ideological work and abduct people into this deep mountain and old forest?

Chen Zongheng felt more and more that this Wan Qiluo was like a goddess.

However, thinking of everything he encountered in the Xiwu tribe, he felt that the other party could also be a real god woman.

The super spirit gathering array under the holy spring, the mysterious Xianglong jade pendant, the terrifying dantian ban, and the sacrificial ceremony that can change the celestial phenomena......

Everything about the Xiwu tribe is full of mystery, and it seems to be inextricably linked to the secrets of ancient times.

Later, according to the oracle, Wan Qiluo spoke about the characteristics of the next high priest.

But in Chen Zongheng's ears, except for knowing that it was a man, everything else was nonsense.

Mingzhu is a super metropolis in Kyushu, and going there to find someone can be described as looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, looking at Wan Qiluo and Wan Tongchou and others full of confidence, it seems that they have special skills in finding people?

This doesn't matter what happened to Chen Zongheng.

All he wanted to do now was to end this bonfire dance party quickly, then go back to sleep, and go to Yunming tomorrow to catch a plane.

After all, Di Wushuang's side still needs to help himself.

After the high priest was chosen, the bonfire dance began.

Chen Zongheng sat beside Qin Feng, and he didn't plan to join these dancing Xiwu people.

Although, there are also many young and beautiful girls who come to them with a blushing face.

But Chen Zongheng refused to take care of the elderly.

This made Qin Feng next to him look at Chen Zongheng with a look of resentment.

"Dr. Chen, why don't you dance?"

At this time, Wan Qiluo, dressed in full costume, walked out of the crowd and came to Chen Zongheng.

Chen Zongheng raised his head, glanced at her lazily, and pointed at Qin Feng beside him.

"Don't you see, take care of the elderly. ”

Qin Feng, "......"

Wan Qiluo looked at Qin Feng with a smile, and said lightly with red lips, "Does Doctor Qin need someone to take care of him......?"

Qin Feng hurriedly waved his hand, "No need, don't listen to this kid's nonsense, although I am old, my body can be tough." ”

When Wan Qiluo heard this, he immediately smiled lightly, and then looked at Chen Zongheng again.

"You heard, Doctor Qin doesn't need to be taken care of. ”

"I can't dance. ”

"I can teach you. ”

"I'm stupid and can't learn. ”

"It's okay, you can learn slowly. ”

"Oops, my stomach hurts. ”

"Doctor Qin, you can help me see if he really has a stomachache. ”

“……”

Qin Feng was sandwiched between the two of them, and felt that his head was big.

At this time, he happened to see Wan Tongchou appear not far away, and hurriedly ran over as if he was running away.

Only Chen Zongheng and Wan Qiluo were left, one sitting and the other standing, staring at the small with big eyes.

Finally, Chen Zongheng was defeated.

"Patriarch, I really can't dance. ”

"Didn't I say that? I'll teach you. ”

As he spoke, Wan Qiluo stretched out his palm to Chen Zongheng.

Chen Zongheng hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

Then, the two went to the campfire and joined the ball.

"Doctor Chen, why do you keep stepping on me. ”

"Doctor Chen, pay attention to your step!"

"Chen Zongheng, you hurt me!"

"My feet are swollen from your stepping!"